My maternal grandmother was born in the year 1900. My family moved to Alaska in 1975 when I was 3 years old so I never got to see her very much. I grew up so far away from her home in Georgia. I always wished I could have known her better. I know she liked to make things like my mom did and also my sister and I did.
Just recently I posted a picture of something I tatted on facebook. I taught myself how to tat using books from the library and a few websites. One of my aunts saw the picture and told me my grandmother also tatted. She told me my grandmother would be so proud of me. I don’t know how to explain how this made me feel. It made me feel some sort of connection with her that I didn’t have before. My aunt sent me this little baby shoe that my grandmother was working on and apparently put it away to keep it safe and forgot about it.
I held this delicate little shoe in my hand and thought about my grandmother’s hands touching those same threads. I wish she was still here so I could tat with her but since she isn’t I will just keep tatting and thinking of her.
“The older I get the more of my mother I see in myself.” ― Nancy Friday
It would be so much easier if that weren’t true but it is. It makes me sad when I look in the mirror and realize how much I look like her………. or when I catch a glimpse of myself in a reflection and have a little start because I thought I saw her for a minute. I wish I could sit down and talk with her a little while about my boys and hers. I know she would want to know about mine and that she would tell me everything is going to be okay since hers turned out okay. I wish I could hear her sing or hum one last time…. “Hush little baby don’t you cry….daddy’s going buy you a mockingbird”
Miss you Mama
Mother’s day is kind of hard for me now that my mom isn’t here so I have been kind of glum for a while. I tried to keep that out of my mind for today though. I woke up this morning with my husband and my youngest son bring me breakfast in bed. My youngest brought me coffee doctored up just the way I like it and he hung out and visited with me for a while. He is such a sweet kid. My oldest must have stayed up too late because he slept most of the day. That’s alright though. I’ve been happy to just hang out in my room today. I’m learning to knit socks and I’m really enjoying myself. Between the knitting and facebook and been quite content here.
So here are my socks. I love the color of the yarn I’m using. I have another ball too that is varigated shades of green. I couldn’t make up my mind so I bought it to make my next socks. Look me up if you use Ravelry.com. My username is Bugbutt and the pattern and all the details is on there.
I’m taking a beginning sock knitting class at Inua wool shoppe so there is someone helping me when I goof up. I don’t think I wouldn’t have gotten very far without her help! Inua’s wool shoppe is like a candy store for me. I just stood there and drooled! I’ll be back in there next Saturday for my 2nd class and I hope I don’t get into trouble with the husband for spending too much money. I was lucky to make it out of there without heaping bags of yarn this last time. Okay, back to knitting…..
“My mother is a poem I’ll never be able to write, though everything I write is a poem to my mother.”